Chapter 4 – Mother, Piña colada

“---- Buying is a profound pleasure ----“

2005 July 3^rd, 5.55 p.m., Soi Cowboy, Pastor’s Club,

Chin Hwa enters the hotel through the back door and headed deeper through the hotel passing the kitchen towards the main entrance of the building. The hotel was somewhat huge and built based on the Chinese architecture, just to give an aesthetic aspect to the building and business they were doing.

“Anyhow this is a huge building for a prostitution ring.” Thought to himself Hwa.

“There are girls everywhere, beautiful, energetic and with varieties of attitude and race and… also there are these men’s hogging at them, the white collar workers finishing their works taking time in their pleasure not going back to their wife and family, these old fat men buying girls young enough to be their daughters, this place reeks with their sweat like I wandered into an office during closing hours, I expected it to be a bit more feminine-fragrance or a lavender. Well what can I do, it’s a prostitution ring after all.”

Hearing a commotion, Chin Hwa headed towards it. After reaching the spot he saw it to be an auction.

“Oi, what are they buying here, huh?” Asked Hwa from a nearby stander.

“Look, it’s the best in this place. I wonder who is going to be the lucky one tonight.”

“What are they even buyi—?” Seeing what it was had Hwa in a great deal of shock, He had seen several bizarre things during his time here but had never seen anything like this before. He stood there without a movement, traumatized.

“What? An Orangutan?”

“An orangutan at a place like this? A prostitution ring? Why are they bidding for it? Is it to kill it and eat the brains like that famous dish or something? No No No… I get it, I clearly do see what is going on here. After all look, that monkey is terrified of every men here.”

“Ah~ shit I feel nauseous… I should get away from here. These people really do disgust me. That kid was right this morning: people are disgusting.” Thinking as much he avoided the crowd and sat on a sofa nearby.

Organizing his thoughts he walked towards the reception.

 “Hello - - - “

“Yindī t̂xnrạb s̄ū̀ chm rm ṣ̄is̄ʹ yā p̣hi bāl (Welcome to the pastor’s club)”

“Are you a member of ours?” Asked the girl at reception.

“Ah~ no this is the first time, to be honest I have no idea how to get this thing done.”

“Actually I prefer testing it out with one of your girls tonight. But of course I am gonna pay for it… Hahaha…” Hwa laughed in a most awkward manner and the receptionist reciprocated it with a gentle smile. Maybe it was her job as the receptionist.

“Anyway at pastor’s, you can register for membership if you’re opting to be a patron. You can open the door to the exclusive feature of the clubs as bidding and raw sex, of course you can finish in them.” Said the receptionist with a long stretched smile.

 Her whole appearance and the way how she carried herself made him think if she was a robot.

“Anyway I have no plans on a membership without trying out. So how about the lady?”

“Which one, Pastor?” Asked the receptionist showing the available girls at the moment.

“This one.” Hwa picked a girl at random from the photo alone. The only thing Hwa noted in her is for she looked the dullest one out of them all.

“Good Choice, Pastor. Please wait in the room No.9h.” Handed over a key with a tag to Hwa and smile waving her hands which gestured ‘thank you for your patronage’. But her smile was the most emptiest of them all, it was the fakest smile, it was forged.

2005 July 3^rd, 6.20. P.m., No.9h, Pastor’s Club,

Hwa waited for the women he had ordered, he was silently gazing through the window as he thoughts ran amok.

--Sighs.

“I had a dream of a snake squeezing me this morning. They say if you dream of a snake squeezing you, you would meet your soulmate. But, I’m not a young maiden after all, just a middle aged scum.”

Creak

The young lady from the picture he selected opened the door in a slow polite manners and closed it in a polite rational manners. She was just as in the pictures but wore a traditional Chinese clothes, a cheongsam. The costume and the architecture made everything authentic it made him feel like he could even claim to be a Good Samaritan and would pass for it. The whole setting made it look like they were in a Chinese period drama.

“She does not look like she did in the photos. She looks enthusiastic and energetic. Is this how she had changed or just a mere façade, huh?”

“I am Fan, I will be entertaining you this evening, sir.” Greeted the lady in a polite manner.

“She looks young, might be 5 years younger than me I guess. Hmm… if I had to guess eighteen at minimum. Hehe… it feels like a crime to be alone in room with a lady this young.”

After she entered the room they sat silently for about fifteen minutes of his hour long rental. No one made a move. They sat silently as the time flew by.

“Sir, Should I start by undressing myself. The lingerie, dominatirx and pet play stuffs are in the cupboard by the end of the room…. Or do you prefer a role p-l-a-y.” Informed the young lady somewhat eager to engage in sex.

Nodded ‘No’, Hwa in a slow momentum.

“Am I that unattractive to you, bastard? Fufu now let’s get your rod standing straight up like a captain’s salute. Hehe…” Thought to herself, Fan as she adjusted her hair by putting it behind her ear and bent touching Hwa’s crotch.

“No, not now.” Said Hwa as he stood unfazed but his trousers were bit buffed around the crotch area.

“Tch.” Fan let out an audible sigh.

 “So---?” Asked Fan in a slightly rude tone.

“I just want to spend the next twenty minutes by talking.” Said Hwa.

“If you wanna talk go to a fucking barber shop, idiot.”

“Do you like doing this kind of work?” Asked Hwa in an abrupt manner.

“Fufu….hahaha…. What are you, My FaTheR? Of course I love doing it.”

“Don’t you think ‘love’ is a bit of exaggeration from your end? Anyway if you say who am I to judge?”

“Let me ask you a question, Do you wanna do it or not? Do you want to be inside me?” Asked Fan adding a bold tone towards the ‘me?’

“Let’s start by giving me a blowjob then.” Said Hwa.

Taking no breath, Fan shifty unzipped his pants and began to perform fellatio on him. Hwa stood there void of much movements with a face filled with pity.

“Why is this bastard acting all high and mighty…? I have seen several pigs acting mighty but this one’s face pisses me off the most.”

“Stop it, it does not feel right.” Said Hwa as he backed off mid-way.

“I don’t need your pity….” Mumbled, fan.

“What?”

“I don’t need your pity, you bastard…. Don’t act like you could spawn out of nowhere and save me like everything I have done and things done to me could be undone…..

….do you even have any idea what kind of things have been inside me?” shouted Fan losing her temper.

She whimpered like a puppy and began to cry. Having no idea how to console her, Hwa gave her a big warm hug as he caressed her hair gently. Might be what she judged Hwa to be, made her feel at ease when he hugged her? His heart beat calmed her as if it was her own mother’s.

“I am not a god, I am not a super hero with gimmicks to fly and swing around… worse, I am not even a human, I am one of the scum down there eating dancing and enjoying themselves, I am one of those scums who is bidding for a fucking monkey, I am one of those scum who made you the way you are… I am one of them, I don’t have any right to save you, Fan.”